“Crawl?”
“You were a bad girl today, a naughty fucking brat and crawling on the floor would be the least of your worries, Princess.” James crossed his arms, his expression darkening. “Crawl, or say the safe word, Mia.”
Taking a deep breath, I moved my hair over my shoulder and pressed my hands on the floor. Shame and humiliation burn through my veins. Still, my underwear dampened with each move.
“Look at me when you crawl.”
My knees pressed against the hard floor and I stared up at him, holding onto his dark, piercing gaze. Watching him watch me. Somehow, even on my knees, crawling for him, I felt powerful and confident. Because he looked at me as if I was everything he desired andmore. Raking his eyes from my face to neck, to the arch of my back and the curve of my ass and the bare skin of my legs. His jaw twitched, and I wanted to see him unravel for me.
“Do you enjoy seeing me crawl for you, Daddy?” I asked, my voice sultry as I swayed my hips and arched my back. I wanted to see him snap. To punish me, like he promised me he would.
His blue eyes gleamed with lust as he answered, “Of course I do, my naughty princess slut.”
When I neared him, he leaned down to cup my cheek, and I almost nuzzled my face in his hand. He always touched me so tenderly, so gently. As much as I adored it, I wanted to see his strength.
“If I could, I’d keep you on a leash and order you to crawl everywhere.”
“L-leash?” My eyes widened when he smirked and straightened up.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Bend over the desk, Princess. It’s time for your punishment.”
I took a shaky breath when I stood up, my legs trembling as I felt the toy shift inside me. “I-I want to remove the—oh.”
James didn’t let me finish. At one moment, I was standing, and the second, I was bent over the desk with my cheek pressed hard against the wood. I squirmed, feeling more arousal seep out of me.
“Quit moving.” The hold of his hand on the back of my neck tightened. “Or it’ll hurt more.”
Hurt?I didn’t like being hurt. I didn’t want to be hurt. I didn’t want him to hurt me out of all the people.
“I-I, James…wait—”
A gasp escaped my throat when a spank was delivered to my ass. Its sharp sting burned and a moment later, it spread all over my body and I was getting wetter.
What the hell?
“I’m going to teach you an important lesson today, Princess.”
“W-what’s that Daddy?”
I whimpered when his entire length pressed against me, his body covering mine, his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear as he whispered in his deep, smoky voice,
“Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t cash, Princess.”
18
YOU TASTE LIKE HEAVEN
MIA
Biting my lip, I wriggled my ass, trying to feel his hardened length closer to where I needed him. But I ached everywhere, my body thrumming with the need to be filled, touched, kissed, licked. Whatever adverbs or adjectives there were to perform bodily intimacy with each other.
The soft pads of his fingers brushed over the backs of my thighs, making me shiver. I took a deep breath, trying to control the aching need bubbling inside me. They slid over my inner thigh, gliding over to my ass. I stayed still, wishing he’d never stop when I felt the slight shake of his breathing.
Was he turned on by this as much as I was?
No, it could be that he didn’t like the plain white underwear I wore.
Before I could voice out my worry, he cupped my ass and squeezed. Hard. “You’ve a fucking lovely ass.” I took a sharp breath when he slapped one of my cheek, keeping the skirt flipped over my back. “I’m going to turn it into the perfect shade of pink so you remember your punishment every time you sit. Would you like that, Princess?”